I can't even describe to you how hard I fell for Nashville when I was there about a month ago. The city was gorgeous, lush, green, vibrant--my camera lens and I almost didn't know where to turn first. I'll admit that each time I go to to the south, I'm easily charmed and and pretty…
This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me. And I'd say, What?And he'd say, This--holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich.And I'd say, What?And he'd say, This, sort of looking around.-Marie Howe ("The Gate")Last week, last Sunday in fact, this little blog turned 3. It was an occasion that…
"You know, writers are like beekeepers. A writer is the thief of knowledge. And we beekeepers, we are honey stealers. In both cases, you have to be a hunter of dreams. Otherwise you cannot dream." -Adam Gollner (from an excellent article on Crete in Lucky Peach 7) Although I have a lot of recipes I…
And yet a branch of unforeseen mimosa,Cleaving the heavens, falls across it all,So in pages of philosophic proseSometimes will gleam a line of lovesick verse. -Mikhail Kuzmin ("Fuji in a Saucer") Before May skyrocketed into oblivion, I think it's pretty safe to say that I was taking things kind of slowly. Perhaps more slowly…
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who…
Dining with Dostoevsky 